by Marina Blue
There was a pause. “You’re kidding?”
“Nope. Dad just told me. We’re making the announcement next week.”
“That’s amazing news,” she said. “You should celebrate!”
I looked at the champagne in my hand. “Way ahead of you.”
“Hey, what’s the first thing you’ll do?”
“Find someone to celebrate with. I’m wired!”
“Officially, I mean. What’s the first bit of business?”
“I don’t know, call a male escort and charge it to petty cash?”
Hiromi burst out laughing. “Well, it’s your company now. Or will be soon. You can do whatever you want. I’ll see you Monday.”
I sighed. “Good night.”
I hung up my cell, and walked through the den. It was large, but the staff had already cleaned everything up, and retired, leaving me all alone. And that’s the thing about celebrating, you need someone to do it with.
But since that wasn’t an option, I pointed the tips of my high heels towards my father’s office, and headed to the seat of the Breitling Empire.
I walked down the long hallway towards it. And on the way, I stopped at the full-length mirror.
My curvy, five-foot-six frame was covered in a red dress that hugged my round hips, firm ass, and way too big for a C cup bra. I had my dirty blond hair done that morning, and the curls fell down over my shoulders. I sighed. I had a body for sin, and a head for business, but I was only going to utilize one in the foreseeable future.
I poured another glass of champagne, toasted my good/bad luck, and drained it.
Along with my previous consumption, the wine had my head buzzing. It made the hall seemed softer. Fuzzier. And everything felt warmer. I walked over the lush, red carpet towards the study, intent on lying down on the sofa in there.
It was my grandfather’s originally, and it felt like the perfect place to reflect on my new position.
But when I got there, the door was open. Just a crack. Inside, the lights were on. And there were voices.
But with my father in bed, and the staff in their quarters, who could it be?
I crept up to the door, and peered in.
And I couldn’t believe it!
Inside were Mark and Liam, those two cocky assholes from before. I looked around. Their friend was nowhere to be seen. He must’ve had the good sense to leave like the rest of the guests, not like these two.
I had the urge to storm in and demand an explanation, but instead I tilted my head to better hear their conversation.
Liam was speaking, and his green eyes were wild. “… can’t believe how hot she is up close. Big, round ass, wide hips-”
“Don’t forget those tits!” Mark said. “Round and firm, and damn… They hang in the air like they got a free pass from gravity.”
“True. Plus those eyes. Man, imagine looking down at them with her lips wrapped around your cock.”
I finished my glass of champagne and rolled my eyes. I wasn’t sure which of my employees they were talking about, but I could guess. Lucia.
Mark laughed. “I know! And that red number was a treat. The slit up the side damn near went all the way up to her waist!”
That gave me pause. Lucia was in black. Who were they talking about? Wait, it couldn’t be-
“I know. It’s true what they say about the boss’s daughter.”
Oh my God! It was me! Those two assholes were talking about me!
“Dude, we should totally sneak up to her room, and see if she doesn’t want to do a little cross-country skiing.” Mark smiled, and made the jerk off motion with both hands.
“Whatever,” Liam said. “I doubt a buttoned up prude like that would ever be able to handle a single guy, let alone two. She’d probably just lay still, and let it happen.”
A third voice said, “Are you so sure about that?”
Both men froze. And they spun towards me.
And it was then that I realized… I was standing in the doorway of the office, and… Holy shit, that was me! I said that… What was I doing?
“Um… Hi,” Liam stuttered.
“Hey,” Mark added.
“What? No cute response? No witty rejoinder?” I said. “Why am I not surprised? You’re probably all talk and no action. Like every other guy I know.”
“We’re not talk,” Mark said.
“Bull.” I smiled. And had an idea on how to show these two just who was in control. “If you’re so brave, then take off your shirts, and pull out your cocks. Let me see what you’re working with.”
Again. Both men froze. They were like a pair of well-muscled deer in headlights.
“What?” Liam said.
“You heard me.” I ogled their bodies the way they had mine. “Show me what you’re working with.” Then I laughed. I knew they wouldn’t do anything. Guys, when they think they’re alone, will always run their mouths, but when you challenge them directly they’ll back down. Every time.
I enjoyed the moment, and their discomfort.
Both men looked at one another, and shrugged.
They had no idea what to do!
“Trying to figure out what to do next?” I said. “It’s easy. Either lose your suits, or leave the grounds. I’m a busy woman.”
There was more hesitation.
This was too easy.
But then the unexpected happened, and both men removed their coats, and tossed them on my father’s oak desk.
And it was my turn to freeze. “What’re you doing?
“Just what you asked,” Mark said, and unbuttoned his shirt.
Oh no. Is this happening?
Both men had their shirts off in seconds, and added them to the pile of clothing. Then each unbuckled, and unzipped his pants. And I didn’t have to wait long before they were completely nude.
Holy shit! This is really happening! They’d called my bluff! My heartbeat doubled. I had to stop this. Had to call it off. But instead, all I did was gasp. Just a little. Because the naked men in front of me looked delicious.
Mark had dark, black hair, broad shoulders, thick biceps, and a full six-pack on his stomach. He also had colorful tattoos that ran up his arms, covered his shoulders, and spilled onto his chest. I glanced down, and saw his cock. The dark hair around it was trimmed close to the skin, and it had a thick, smooth shaft, and perfectly rounded head. It was also seven inches, easy.
I looked over at Liam. His body wasn’t nearly so thick or dark, but he was still incredibly muscular. He had blond hair, green eyes, and his frame was lean and taut. He also had a pair of gorgeous, silver hoops in his nipples. And while his dick didn’t have the girth of Mark’s, it was just as well kept, and an impressive eight inches.
I took another sip of wine. And even though my heart was pounding, I managed to steadily say, “Not bad, boys.”
“We played football in college,” Mark said. “That’s why we’re so ripped.”
“Yeah, now why are you so hot?” Liam asked.
“Excuse me?” I said.
“Come on,” Mark said. “You’re a perfect ten. What’s going on there? Fat shaming at boarding school?”
What? How could these guys stand before me, completely naked, and be this confident? I wanted to yell at them. And put them in their place.
But I stayed silent. Because although I’m ashamed to say it, that was flattering as hell. Two guys this hot had never been into me. Maybe it was my head buzzing from the booze, or the fact that two naked gladiators were displayed in front of me, and I was in complete control, but I was turned on.
I finished my champagne, and put the glass, and the half full bottle, on the nearest table.
Then I let my alcohol soaked mind run through the possibilities…
I’d always wanted to fuck two guys. Always. But I’d never had the chance. And here it was. And it was perfect. My father was a deep, deep sleeper. And these two, though obviously cocky jocks, were strangers. I’d never see them again. Sure, they’d probably tell a
few people, but nobody would believe them.
Still, there were some risks.
But my pussy was screaming for attention like a siren. It had been months since anything but my vibrator had been in there. And this… I didn’t want to let the only chance I may ever have to rub two cocks at once, slip through my fingers...
Chapter 2
I strolled over to the men. They stood side-by-side like twin oaks, with Mark on my right, and Liam on my left. Each one was wider, and a good foot taller, than me. So when I stopped a few inches in front of them, I had to look up. Their cologne was in the air. Mark had a subtle scent of leather about him.
Liam smelled clean and soapy, like he’d just stepped out of the shower. And he seemed uneasy. “What’re you doing?”
I said, “What do you think?”
Mark said, “I think you’re fucking with us.”
“Yeah,” Liam said. “This is as far as you’re going tonight.”
Mark looked at his friend. “Good call. Prep school doesn’t prepare you for this.”
Liam smirked. “Exactly. You’re probably too scared to touch them.”
“Really?” An army of butterflies flew around my stomach. Could I really do this? Could I really make this happen?
I looked the men up and down one more time.
Hell yeah…
I sucked as much moisture into my mouth as possible, lifted up both hands, and let the saliva slip down my tongue, and fall into my palms. Then, I reached down, and wrapped my slick hands around each of their cocks.
They were hard, hot, and smooth. It was like holding a pair of warm, lead pipes.
Liam’s jaw dropped. “Oh my God.”
“Fuck me,” Mark said with a pair of much larger eyes.
I smirked. “Right? Now shut up, relax, and enjoy.”
Mark listened to my command, and leaned back against my father’s desk.
Liam just stared down in disbelief.
And I savored the moment. There was no need to rush. I wanted to enjoy every second of this. I was going to be CEO of my family’s company, I had a head full of wine, two handfuls of cock, and it was time to celebrate.
So I started to pump. Back and forth. Back and forth. And Mark was right. It was just like cross-country skiing. I breathed in deep, focusing on the smell of the men, and the feel of two hot cocks sliding through my hands. They were so hard. So taut. And I made sure to stroke every inch of each. From the base to the tip. Back and forth, I moved just right. Over and over again.
Liam started breathing heavily.
Mark moaned.
And I smiled. I was dominating them. In complete control. Hell, I’d grabbed their dicks without even letting them kiss me!
Increasing my speed, I began pumping each dick faster than before. And the alcohol I’d drank had my head spinning. I was in heaven. I worked them for a full minute before I got creative, and twisted both hands at the top of my stroke. The boys showed their appreciation.
Liam moaned, “Shit…”
Mark’s mouth fell open. “Damn it…”
“… she feels amazing.”
“God. Talia. Don’t stop.”
“Talia?” I said, still stroking. “I think you mean Ms. Breitling.”
“Right,” Mark gasped. “Got it.”
“Yeah, please don’t stop,” Liam grunted. “Ms. Breitling.”
I giggled. “I won’t finish until you do, boys.”
Which didn’t take long. A few more pumps of my twisting wrist and they began to shudder. And shake. And moan loader.
“Oh God…”
“Shit…”
“Fuck, it’s great. Don’t stop…”
“Yeah, please don’t stop…”
Mark started moving his hips back and forth, fucking my fist. Then, with his free hand, he snatched my waist, and pulled me close. Burying his face in my shoulder, he inhaled deeply, and cried, “Oh my God, I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming!”
I looked back, and watched Mark’s cock erupt like a spitting cobra, sending a wet, thick line of cum flying across the room and onto the carpet. Then he added another.
Then Mark relaxed, and he stood there, shaking.
Seconds later, Liam cried out, “Shit, me too!”
I looked over as he sent his own line of cum onto the floor. After the second, he threw his head back, and exhaled hard.
But even though they were finished, I kept moving my hands back and forth around their softening cocks. The pumping sent the last of their cum dribbling out. It ran over my fingers, hot, thick, and sticky.
And finally, satisfied the job was done, I stopped.
Mark looked over at me. He was breathing hard. “Holy hell, Ms. Breitling, that was incredible.”
I smiled, and lifted the hand that held him to my nose. His cum smelled earthy. Like the nasty thoughts I had in high school. I said, “It was nice for me too.”
“Yeah,” Liam said. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” I said.
“Right,” Liam said. “We won’t.”
“Mum’s the word,” Mark added.
I looked at both of them.
They were smiling. All their tough guy bravado was gone, but there was some mischief left. And I rolled my eyes. I had no doubt they’d made, and broken, promises like that before. I said, “Tell whoever you want, no one will believe you. Anyway, I should probably get to bed.” I turned to go.
But Mark snatched my wrist. “Wait a minute, not so fast. We can’t let you leave without returning the favor.”
I looked at his dark, smoldering eyes. I knew what he meant, but said, “What do you mean?”
“I’ll show you.” He pulled me in tight. I could smell the leather on his warm, smooth chest. Up close he looked even more Spanish. Like a giant Conquistador. He leaned down some, and slipped his hand through the slit on my dress.
“Stop,” I said.
He grinned. “Do you really want me to stop?”
There was a pause. And I whispered, “No.”
Then he pushed my thong aside, and his fingers grazed my clit. Buzzers rang in my ears. My knees shook some. And I pushed my legs wider.
Mark said, “You’re so hot, do you know that?” And he placed the tip of his finger on my slit.
“You really shouldn’t,” I said. “I’m Derrick Breitling’s daughter.”
“Not tonight. Tonight you belong to us.” And with that, Mark slipped his finger inside of me.
It felt luscious. I didn’t want him to stop. “What’re you… What’re you doing?”
Mark continued to finger fuck me. “Like I said. Returning the favor. Come on, Liam. Show some gratitude.”
I was breathing heavy. The room pitched back and forth. I grabbed the arm that held me. “Mark. Don’t.”
He paused. “Don’t what?”
I looked up at him. “Stop. Don’t stop.”
With his free hand, Mark grabbed my ass hard, and pulled me forward. His lips found mine, and he kissed me, deeply. His tongue danced inside my mouth and I savored the feel of his warm lips.
Then a powerful hand cupped my face, and pulled me from Mark.
It was Liam. He leaned down. And as his friend pushed his finger deeper into my pussy, Liam put his lips on mine, and kissed me. His mouth tasted sweet. Wet. I ran my fingers through his blond hair. And he slid his hand down the front of my dress, and between my legs.
Then he pushed his own finger inside me.
And for the first time in my life, I had two men’s hands fucking my pussy at the same time.
Now I was panting. I leaned forward, and slipped between the two men. Placing both hands flat on my father’s desk, I leaned on it and moaned, “Oh my God… Holy shit… Goddamn, don’t stop!”
“Don’t worry,” Mark whispered in one ear.
Liam added in the other, “We won’t.”
Each man got into an opposing rhythm. As both fingers moved in and out of me, they slid against each other. One would slide in
. While the other slid out. And I could feel every bit of them. Their knuckles. Their skin. A warm wetness built inside me, and heat rose through my stomach. It was like they were boy scouts rubbing two sticks together trying to start a fire, and it was growing.
Behind me, Mark used his free hand to unzip my dress. The lush, red fabric fell forward, exposing both of my breasts. The air on them felt great. But not as good as hands…
Mark immediately grabbed my right breast. He gently rubbed it. Squeezed it. Then he leaned down, and took my nipple in his mouth. It felt incredible as his tongue danced around my areola.
Liam, taking his friend’s cue, cupped the left one, and sucked on it as well.
And while both men licked and sucked, they continued finger fucking my pussy. My pleasure was growing. The two tongues felt so good. And the two fingers, even better. It was just like I imagined. Like I hoped. My body had never felt so good. I tried to speak. But all I could do was mumble.
Mark pulled off my nipple and asked, “What did you say?”
“I said…” It took a second to catch my breath. “I said, together. Move together.”
And they did. Both men simultaneously pushed their fingers all the way into me. Then they pulled out. And when the tips of each digit were on my opening, they slid back in. Then they pulled all the way out. And as each finger, side-by-side, fucked me, another pair of wet, slick digits played with my clit.
Hot waves pulsed upward. It was like a fire. Like a warm current of air was blowing through me. First, it built in my pussy. Then it rose to my stomach and warmed my skin. Each nerve ending burst into flames. I was moaning, loud. And I ground my hips back and forth, positioning myself around the fingers inside of me, getting them right where it felt best.
And while each man penetrated me, I leaned over and kissed Liam again.
After a few moments, I pulled off of him, and turned to Mark. He laid his mouth on me, and I opened it willingly.
I could’ve gone back and forth on them all night. But their talented hands were so busy and skillful, I felt a massive-
“Oh God,” I said. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God!” My orgasm tore through my body. Every inch of my skin burned. Then went numb. My hair tingled. My skin tingled. Even my teeth tingled. Then my legs gave way, and as I sank to the carpet, the two fingers slipped out of me.